(TM) 196. One Wish?
Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?
Only one wish?
Sorry ... no.
The only way I'll play this little mind game is if I get the stereotypical fairy-tale three wishes. Otherwise it's not even worth the waste of time and mental energy.
You can probably even guess what they'd be ...
First, of course, I'd wish for the fleet to find a true home, a planet where we can put down roots, raise families and maybe, inch by inch, create a civilization again. Someplace we can live without fear of being blown to hell by another Cylon attack, a haven to let us stop running at last.
Second, I'd wish to forge a connection with Lee strong enough that it won't get kicked to the curb when trauma hits and has us acting like idiots. Seems like it's still a damn coin flip whether we'll support each other or rip each other up at those times. I know it's as much my fault as his. Maybe I'd just wish to be a better father.
And third ... well, no contest there. I'd wish for Laura Roslin to regain her health, to live a long and full life, finally free of the cancer that's been her driving demon. She deserves it ... more than deserves it.
So there you are. Three wishes. Any fewer would just force me to choose between the demands of duty, family and my own personal desires.
I've had to make those choices too gods damned often in real life to ever do so for the sake of a frakking what-if.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 258
Only one wish?
Sorry ... no.
The only way I'll play this little mind game is if I get the stereotypical fairy-tale three wishes. Otherwise it's not even worth the waste of time and mental energy.
You can probably even guess what they'd be ...
First, of course, I'd wish for the fleet to find a true home, a planet where we can put down roots, raise families and maybe, inch by inch, create a civilization again. Someplace we can live without fear of being blown to hell by another Cylon attack, a haven to let us stop running at last.
Second, I'd wish to forge a connection with Lee strong enough that it won't get kicked to the curb when trauma hits and has us acting like idiots. Seems like it's still a damn coin flip whether we'll support each other or rip each other up at those times. I know it's as much my fault as his. Maybe I'd just wish to be a better father.
And third ... well, no contest there. I'd wish for Laura Roslin to regain her health, to live a long and full life, finally free of the cancer that's been her driving demon. She deserves it ... more than deserves it.
So there you are. Three wishes. Any fewer would just force me to choose between the demands of duty, family and my own personal desires.
I've had to make those choices too gods damned often in real life to ever do so for the sake of a frakking what-if.
Muse: Admiral William Adama
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica '03
Word count: 258